TALL COOL HAT IN
THE LONG HOT SUN
Tumbleweed blowin’
saloon-doors flappin’
spurs..janglin’
TALL COOL HAT IN
THE LONG HOT SUN..
Five-pointed star gleamin’
townsfolk scurryin’
main street emptyin’
TALL COOL HAT IN
THE LONG HOT SUN..
Faces hatin’
voices cussin’
Smith & Wesson answerin’
TALL COOL HAT IN
THE LONG HOT SUN..
Bodies fallin’
women cryin’..
for the Tall Cool Hat
face down in
that Long Hot Sun…
Your chords struck
like summer lightning,
cool,charismatic,
lost in the ephemeral
geography of Route 66
jamming with Waters,Hendrix and Page
in unrecorded sessions,
unannounced out of town gigs,
no Sam Phillips and
Union Avenue for you,
just the frisson of
word of mouth and late
night unattended studios;
Your fledgling promise
of a could’ve,should’ve future
eclipsed by androgynous pin-ups
and their Top 40 golden disc,
that got taken away from you
in a drunken early morning call you made,
“you let them steal my song,you..”
that ensured you were never heard;
Years later, discarded
recordings belatedly retrieved
from forgotten storerooms,
piqued public curiosity,
“whatever happened to…”
2 a.m. rundown motel lobby,
someplace south of Phoenix,
a late night deal,
a drunken brawl,
a passing Sheriff
who thought he saw
you reaching for…
chords that struck
like summer lightning.
Bank of Yamuna, spring eternally embellished.
Lover’s dais an adorned amulet frothing in love
Love notes playing on perfumed petals of lute.
Horizon blushed in hush seeing the charisma
Dusk with vermillion pride hanging on the west.
Moon savour Yamuna’s dancing waves of joy
Night stood metamorphosed like a dream.
Green wood tranquil, tamed leaves non fluttering
Humble breeze unfold magic mantra in hour’s spirit.
Heaven perched upon Vrindavan as a bough
And the habitants’ left in spell bound.
Vrindavan yielded to Lord Krishna’s fervid Leelas.
His footprints kiss sands and imprints sing keertan for him.
His pranks on Gopis, moments of supreme celebration
Such fiesta they foster as caprice and love to indulge more
Unconditional love of Gopis an undisputed renowned truth.
Radha , the true love and shadow of Krishna
Love stricken ethereal beauty of Vrindavan
Often hides her presence playfully in the bushes
To invite Krishna’s blissful apparitions to get lost
in his sudden embarrassing embrace of love.
She forgets self in those elated soulful moments.
When her soft fingers touch His peacock feather
There is rainbow harvest on the bluish sky.
When Krishna caress her tresses romantically
Her anklets and bangles giggles in ecstasy.
When Radha’s honeyed lips kiss His Murali
Shivarangini Raaga flows as Ganga everywhere.
Whole Vrindavan exhale their love saga
There is a melody in the mesmerising love.
Glory of Radha and Krishna touch the sky.
It chimes on the clouds and reach Devalog.
Away from all crowds, simple and divine lass Tulsi
Surrender in devotion as garland for Krishna
To remain on Krishna’s chest as Srivatsa forever!
© Maaya Dev 2015 Dec
Foot Notes
Vrindavan : A Hindu pilgrimage site, especially in referenced to Lord Krishna
Gopi _A sanskrit word meaning ‘cow-herd girl’. Having unconditional love for Lord krishna
Leelas – A sanskrit word which means play
Keertan – Devotional hymn
Devlog – Heaven
Murali – Flute which is Lord Krishna’s favourite instrument.
Tulsi : Basil leaf which is considered as a sacred plant.
Srivatsa – It is a mark on the chest of Lord Vishnu where his consort Sri Lakshmi resides.
( Krishna is considered as the reincarnation of Lord Vishnu)
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